Chapter 928: Fired

In the morning, a passenger ship from the Federation slowly docked at the pier in Zhuolan. As the gangway was lowered, guests from the Federation kept coming here with luggage.

This scene happened throughout Xiang Yalan.

The negotiations between the Xiang Yalan Alliance and the Federation were still continuing; they had only negotiated part of the cooperation content before, and there were more cooperation matters to be discussed next.

For example, the Federation is seeking to obtain the mining rights of two oil fields in Xiang Yalan; mining oil fields is not a simple matter, and now only two small oil fields in the whole of Xiang Yalan have been proven to have reserves and are being mined.

And others, proven or unproven, or even undiscovered, are waiting for the arrival of their owners.

They cannot produce the equipment to mine oil fields themselves, let alone build storage tanks and transport pipelines that meet safety standards, and can only rely on the Federation.

The Federal government wants to buy these oil fields for independent mining, but the Xiang Yalan Alliance believes that they should be jointly developed, even if they get a little less.

Capital groups led by several oil giants in the Federation are still negotiating with them, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to have any good results in a short time.

Everyone is very clear about one point: oil is a huge profit!

Federal consortiums cannot pay them money according to the proven reserves and buy these oil fields.

What they can pay is only a small part of the overall reserves of the oil fields, perhaps one-tenth, or even less!

Besides oil fields, there are many other opportunities that have always existed here, which attracted more and more "gold diggers" to come to this land to seek the possibility of getting rich.

People going to the Republic of Jede should be the most, and as the most powerful country in the Xiang Yalan region, the Republic of Jede already has some industrial foundation, and they welcome investment very much.

As long as you find a suitable project, you don't have to worry about realizing class crossing soon; this kind of unequal trade is always a huge profit for businessmen.

Just like the medicine smuggling business that Christopher did with the royal families of some backward countries before, the special medicine that costs a few dollars in the Federation can be exchanged for gold of equal weight in those countries, or even gold of several times the weight.

This is why so many people are keen on smuggling back and forth between two civilizations of different levels.

Everyone hopes that they can become the most successful one, so as to reach the peak of life.

Large capital forces or teams have greater development in the Republic of Jede, while those small teams or individuals are not very suitable for finding opportunities in the Republic of Jede.

They cannot negotiate supply and sales prices and rules like teams that are capital themselves; what they can negotiate is based on the foundation given to them by capital.

They cannot compete with those large capitals or large teams; on the contrary, places like Lapa, which are relatively backward, or surrounding similar countries, are more suitable for them.

Faces full of hope and yearning appeared on the gangway, soon merging into the crowd and blending into this city.

Perhaps they can realize their dreams here, but it is also possible that this place will be the beginning of another nightmare in their lives.

Who knows?

Lanse's gaze had been fixed on the gangway; from the very crowded crowd at the beginning to now when there were no people, he gradually frowned.

But in the next moment, his brows relaxed, and there were some smiles on his face, and he pushed open the car door and walked out.

Hiram appeared on the gangway; he looked down, and when he saw Lanse, he ran down the gangway with a smile on his face and hugged Lanse who came to meet him.

He used a lot of strength, making Lanse feel a bit suffocated; he had to pat Hiram on the back and shoulders, "Let me go, you fucker!"

"Haha!" Hiram laughed and loosened his arms, retreating two steps. He looked at Lanse, and Lanse was also looking at him.

Hiram was obviously much fatter; Lanse pinched his arm, "Did Erwin feed you feed?"

"I feel like you are a circle fatter than before."

Once this was mentioned, the smile on Hiram's face disappeared a lot, and he complained, "I have nothing to do over there, every day except eating is sleeping, God!"

New Birmingham is not a fast-paced, bustling city.

Although from the second half of last year to now, the city's development seems to be accelerating, because many gangsters come here to buy whiskey, driving some local economic development.

But even so, the city is still very boring, and it can't be compared with Jincheng at all, spending time in a boring city every day.

"So I came here to see; they said you have a lot of work to do here."

Hiram was followed by many people; they all carried those square boxes, and their uniform dress made them look very deterrent.

Lanse's gaze stayed on them one by one, and then he greeted them, and then he walked while answering Hiram's question, "Indeed, you can find something to do in these few days."

Hiram was suddenly full of energy, "Kill who?"

"That Diego or something?"

"I guarantee I can shoot him into a sieve!"

Lanse rolled his eyes, "No, some disobedient locals."

He took the initiative to open the car door and let Hiram sit in, and then he sat in himself, "I need you to give them a lesson from the Federation."

These Lapa people don't know that a lunatic has landed, and they are still protesting to the factory side.

They can't adapt to high-intensity work for more than ten hours a day at all; they don't have the persistence and hard work of the Federal people, and the endurance to endure hardship.

They couldn't endure it, gathered together, and demanded that the factory must withdraw yesterday's decision.

Lapa people are not used to high-intensity repetitive work; most Lapa people are engaged in short-term work, working for a few days, and then losing their jobs, until they hit the next job.

So it is difficult for them to sit in a fixed position without moving; after a period of time, the freshness disappears, and only the double fatigue of spirit and body remains.

People who haven't been on a high-intensity assembly line will never understand how much damage the pressure that makes people feel fear just by sitting there does to people!

It is actually normal that these free and loose Lapa people can't stand it.

It would be abnormal if they could accept it all at once.

Looking at the noisy crowd refusing to work, the factory manager sweated and called Rogerf, and Rogerf called Lanse.

"Shall we go over and see?" Hiram sat on the spacious sofa, stroking the warm leather; he was a bit excited now.

He hadn't seen Lanse for a while; seeing Lanse again made him feel as if the whole person had come alive again. He couldn't describe that feeling, anyway, it became energetic.

Lanse looked at him with the phone and didn't hang up directly, "Are you sure you don't need to rest?"

Hiram shook his head, "After Richard was taken out, I was so bored that I was about to grow hair; it's good to see what I need to do." After Richard died, the Gold Standard Group changed Richard's previous strategy. Although those gangsters stopped confronting the Lanse family, although the state police were still looking for their trouble, having one less group of enemies was finally a lot easier.

Now that he could find something to do, he was obviously willing.

Lanse picked up the phone, "I'll go over and see in a while."

More than twenty minutes later, the motorcade arrived at the cigar factory.

The cigar factory was in the suburbs of Zhuolan; they actually planned an industrial zone here.

It can be seen that the person who made this plan might have retained a little hope for this country in his mind, but unfortunately, until now, there are not many factories in the industrial zone.

Most of the newly built ones are Lanse's.

The car arrived at the cigar factory; many locals had gathered at the gate, and they were all saying something loudly, so that more and more people gathered, and quite a few people had gathered at the factory gate.

Although there were not many enterprises in the industrial zone, there were quite a few supporting equipment and personnel here.

They didn't learn the advanced places of those countries, but they learned a lot about the problem of redundant personnel.

An industrial zone with no people, and an independent police station and more than two hundred police officers.

There were quite a few police officers at the scene, but they didn't interfere with the local workers who were making trouble, just standing on the periphery and watching.

Actually, they arrived as soon as the trouble broke out.

Then they immediately reported this matter, reported it to the industrial zone police station.

The chief of the industrial zone police station was obviously appointed through the back door, and he had more wisdom than those pure mud-legged guys.

He didn't decide for himself whether to handle these things or not, but called and asked his superior again.

Once this was asked, the problem came to Diego's hands.

After all, it involved "foreign guests," and some people didn't want to bear this consequence themselves, so they simply pushed it to Diego layer by layer.

After Diego knew about this, he thought for a moment and asked a question, "Is it illegal to do so?"

At that time, no one in his office understood, and he asked again, "I mean, is it legal for these people to oppose the unreasonable work requirements of foreigners?"

After a short thought, someone immediately replied, "Not illegal."

A very clever answer, neither answering "legal" nor "illegal," but using "not illegal."

Last time Diego was threatened by Lanse, he was already a bit dissatisfied and hostile to him, and this time the matter happened to be encountered, and someone supported him from the legal level, so he directly told the people below not to care.

Don't Federalists like to talk about human rights, democracy, and freedom?

Don't they like to say that parades, resistance, are the basic rights of people?

Then now they have what they want, and the people of Lapa also have these!

The answer was issued layer by layer, and when it arrived at the industrial zone police station, the police no longer interfered, but stood aside and watched the fun.

Watching the fun of foreigners is rare here in Lapa.

Lanse's car stopped on the road outside the factory; he didn't get off the car, nor did he go over, just watching from afar.

Hiram whistled, "What do you plan to do?" He turned to look at Lanse.

Lanse looked at those people from afar, "Do you know how to use a baseball bat?"

Hiram suddenly smiled until his eyes narrowed, "I'm too good at it!"

When the manager was tortured by these people until he couldn't bear it, someone ran over and said something in his ear.

He tilted his head and looked toward the street in the distance, saw a long line of cars parked, and the expression on his face changed immediately.

He pushed the workers closest to him, walked to a box nearby, stood on it, "Listen to me, shut up!"

His shouting didn't get people's respect, but someone couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling that he was very funny.

The manager is a local, a Lapa person, who was a middle-class person before, because he had been engaged in cigar production work, so he was hired.

Before, he hadn't directly been responsible for work facing grassroots workers. This was his first time, and he was a bit nervous.

It's not that Lanse or Rogerf didn't want to hire local management, but those management layers were basically bound to the local ruling group, and it was difficult to dig people from their hands.

The manager could only blush and shout loudly, "This is the company's decision, not my decision or anyone's decision, you can disagree, it doesn't matter."

"We didn't expect all of you to be able to comply, the gate is right next to you, you can leave here anytime, anywhere."

"This is your freedom!"

"But if you want to stay and continue working in our factory, you must follow our rules and do as we say!"

It can be seen that he is very angry now, because the boss is watching not far away, he must show his tough side, and his ability to handle these people!

The workers suddenly became a bit excited, they started to crowd forward, saying what they wanted to say, not caring at all whether doing so would be useful!

Looking at the crowd that became a bit excited again, the manager suddenly pointed to a few people with loud voices in the crowd, "You are fired!"

The whole scene suddenly quieted down, most people thought this might just be a "strategy," but they didn't expect that someone was really fired.

Some people showed expressions of disbelief, and the few people who were fired obviously couldn't accept this result!

One of them suddenly fell into a manic state after a short astonishment, he squeezed through the crowd, pushed the manager hard, "What did you say?"

The manager fell off the box, and the small cadres behind him supported him, which made the manager feel again that his authority had been seriously provoked!

The eyes of those people looking at him didn't seem to be as awe-inspiring as just now!

He was also completely angry, he walked to the guy who was obviously a head taller than himself, and poked his chest with his finger, "Don't let me repeat it again!"

"You, you are fired, now!"

"Get out of the factory immediately, don't let me find trouble for you!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 929 =====